"It 's the darkest day of my life--and you know what that means." "Wait till to-morrow," rejoined the young man.
"Yes, we have made a great mistake.

If there is any doubt about it to-day, there certainly will be none to-morrow.

Ce sera clair, au moins!" The young man was silent a few moments, driving his pencil.

Then at last, "There are no such things as mistakes," he affirmed.
"Very true--for those who are not clever enough to perceive them.

Not to recognize one's mistakes--that would be happiness in life," the lady went on, still looking at her pretty foot.
"My dearest sister," said the young man, always intent upon his drawing, "it 's the first time you have told me I am not clever." "Well, by your own theory I can't call it a mistake," answered his sister, pertinently enough.
The young man gave a clear, fresh laugh.